The Dub Pub

This used to be our favorite after work hangout for many years. We moved away, but would always stop in when back in town. Despite what I had heard since we left, I came back anyway. Well this past week we invited over 25 of our close friends to join us. I started a tab for my husband and I only. We drank from 430−10pm, including dinner. (food was good FYI) When our tab came, several drinks that didn’t belong to us were charged. A few other friends also had the same thing happen. When disputing the tab, they seemed to have a «system» error that wouldn’t allow them to void it and ring in the right items. Instead I was charged for well above my drinks and only refunded $ 12 in cash even tho the original receipt was lower. If you ask me, they are a bunch of sharks and you better keep a detailed list of what you drink the next time you visit this place! Such a shame!

Ladies who work here are hot but have terrible attitude and are totally airheaded. Place is really loud and crowded. Not my thing.

I visited this establishment on 3/27/15…unfortunately the experience was not the greatest. Three bartenders on, and only about 30 people in the bar, and they were not able to adequately serve the patrons. The positive, the prices are cheap. I would try and frequent other bars before dropping in the Dub Pub.

We had a
coupon so thought we would try it. Sat at the bar took awhile to even get a look our way. Servers were flirting and drinking shots with customers. I asked for a menu and it was disgusting, dirty and greasy like it had never been washed. Can’t imagine what the kitchen looks like. We said to hell with the coupon and went somewhere else.

This place was awful. I went on a Monday night to watch the first half of MNF. The one star comes from the attentive bar tender. However my food took over 35 minutes to come out and then it didn’t all come out right. I told them to just box the wings up so I could go and cancel the part they got wrong. When I got home the wings were rubber, greasy, and under cooked. There was 9 people in the bar as well and the music was so loud the bartender would ask me to repeat myself each time I ordered a beer or my food. TURN THE DAMN MUSIC DOWN. I wish I would have looked at the 6 months of poor reviews before I went here. This isn’t a place you want to go.

I have bee stopping at the Dub Pub the past few months. I mostly stop on Monday Wednesday or Friday. The service is great with a a staff that offer a pleasurable viewing experience. The food is reasonable «Bar Food’ not a Cameron Mitchell Restaurant and I am Ok with that.
The beer, drinks and conversation is exactly what I am looking for after some challenging days.
Enjoy the place and have some fun.

UGH! This place is not at all what it used to be. The music is too loud to have a conversation. The food is greasy and bland. Mixed drinks are very weak and shots are over priced for this sort of place. The employees were standing around gossiping and drinking shots – they were not all all interested in doing their jobs.

Food is decent but service sucks. The staff would rather sit at the bar and drink than take care of the customers.

Earlier I mentioned that management has changed, and now so has the bar staff. And they brought their old customers with them, which makes for a somewhat hilarious mismatch with the present regulars and the renovated higher-​class appearance and beer list of the bar. Rednecks in Dublin? Oh yeah… good luck with that; the craft taps aren’t going to get much action now. –1 star, Dub Pub is basically back to where it used to be.

Stopped in there yesterday to celebrate a friend’s birthday. The drinks were OK — it’s pretty hard to screw up draft beer. The service was barely acceptable. The girls are cute, but being a good server and/​or bartender requires a bit more than that.
A couple of us took our chances on the food (the menu has a horrible layout, and apologies taped to it, saying that they’re working on it…), and I ordered the burger, which was priced at $ 9. I ordered mine with lettuce and tomato, and no onion. It came out with one tiny piece of the end of the tomato (basically, tomato skin), some wilted, bitter strips of iceberg, and loaded with chapped onion. The patty was nothing more than a cheap, generic frozen beef product patty, that tasted awful.
One person in our party tried to order hers medium. She was told, «They’ll all come out medium well. We just stick it in the over for ten minutes». Well, isn’t that special?
Don’t get me wrong — I love cheap, simple bar food. But stop serving this crap, Dub Pub!

The food was very good. The service was good
My wife loves their hot dogs.
The clientele seams to be a lot of regulars with first name status, («NORM»!!!)
Go with friends.

In all of my life, the Dub Pub is the only place that I’ve ever walked into the men’s room and saw the feet of one person standing below the stall with another person on their knees facing the standing person in the stall. I can only hope that it was a man and a woman but I am unsure to this day.
For some reason this place is always packed and it’s hard to get a drink or service. I hear they have food but I’ve never tried it. Parking can come at a premium too and I’ve heard from others that they tow if you park where you’re not supposed to park.

I don’t mind a strip mall bar now and again, but Dub Pub is nothing special. Maybe it’s because I was craving a patio on a gorgeous evening, but everything about Dub Pub made me ready to call it a night.
We chose Dub Pub to end our evening purely based on location. The waitresses are indeed busty, but I wouldn’t call them attractive. I’m pretty sure ours had a large boil in the center of her chest. They look like the girls who are in those naked «find the differences» bar games, plus 20 years and as many pounds. But, they were nice (even if I’m not).
I wish I would have been able to see some of the people watching and hilarity others have mentioned. That would have been pretty fun. Instead, there were obnoxious flashing lights on an empty dance floor, mildly amusing mixed music videos. I mean, they had beer there. And tables. I guess that’s all we were looking for.
In the end, I’d rather pick up carryout and have my nightcap at home.

Observations from last Saturday night, which will hopefully be my last visit to this establishment:
–DJs yelling out brilliant quips such as «Who out there is horny tonight???» and «Who out there is gonna have sex tonight??? *pause* Sorry guys, all of the girls are going home with me!!! Hahahahaha!» (pro tip — if you want girls to go home with you, you should probably actually have a clue how to DJ, or to play some music recorded this century)
–A 60-​year-​old dude in a ten-​gallon cowboy hat on the dance floor dry-​humping ladies 40 years his junior, from behind, against their will
–Two middle-​aged drunken women in stretch pants making out on the dance floor
–A pleasantly plump young lady licking the side of a dude’s face
–Servers who still don’t give a shit about actually, you know, serving you. «You need something?» was the standard greeting after I had been standing at the bar waiting for a good 15 minutes. «No, I’m just standing here to stare at your tits that are hanging halfway out of your tank top.» (actually, that isn’t altogether untrue.)
–Overheard on the way out from a security guard to a young lad who was in the process of being tossed out: «Look, I’m not saying you have to leave, I’m just stating that I think it would be in your best interest to take a little break outside for a while. You just can’t call women „cunts“. They don’t like that.»

Its a sports bar, and I guess I was hoping for more. The beer is expensive unless you go for happy, hour and there is little in the choice for food.
Sure the bartenders and wait staff wear skimpy outfits if that is your thing, but the bar seems to be filled with regulars, that its not really the place you can just come in off the street.
Its not hard to provide good service, nor quality food. Being attractive isn’t a substitute for it.
There are lots of other places in the area to get a drink, and watch games.
There are guys and girls out there that I am sure love the atmosphere of Dub-​Pub, I’m just not one of them

The Dub-​Pub is first and foremost a sports pub with a predisposition for in-​season Sunday NASCAR racing and a fine compliment of «talent-​laden» bartenders and wait-​staff. The long-​necks are inexpensive when the checkered flag is dropped and with a CRENO’s pizza… what’s not to like about it? Nuthin’.
If you follow sports, Buckeye-​dom exists here. And a strong following of golf fans during the Memorial Tournament rally at the Dub-​Pub following tourney play to soak up some suds and swap badges for the upcoming rounds. Once again, it’s all about sports and such.
Previous reviewers are spot-​on with regards to the clientele. It’s always +90% blue-​collar guys who oggle the staff and will oggle the nearest chica that saunters in. Testosterone is rampant so my personal advice (to women) — wear armor. My advice (to men) — come ready to watch sports and shoot the bull with your buddies. Pick-​ups ain’t happening unless you’re willing to rock the night past 12 Midnight … and that usually hurts on a school night for oldies like me.
If you’re a regular then you know Andrea, Megan, Monica, Jenn, Ciera, Alaura, Chelsea and Sharon — Sharon runs the place. Get to know them because when they know you… they LOVE YOU. You’ll get good pours and cheap beers and a pretty good show. Shout-​out to the Dub-​Pub ladies. And their golf outing ROCKS!

Poor Dub Pub.
I like to believe that each bar in Dublin has it’s place.
Unfortunately, I can’t disagree with any of the reviews here.
The place IS full of belligerent drunk men. They DO tend to be a bit light on the liquor. The girls ARE ‘well equipped’, and will completely ignore you unless you’re a regular or their friend… even then, if you go in here at night, it’s hard to get drinks & food.
To me, the best time to visit Dub Pub is ~2−3pm on an early work day for a drink or two before moving on to your true happy-​hour destination.
If you can catch this place when it isn’t crawling with ‘Sylvester Stallone’ wanna-be’s, you’ll be much happy.
Avoid it like the plague anytime after ~7−8pm.

Haha, the reviews on this place are hilarious. You don’t have many options for a bar in Dublin on a Wednesday night, so the Dub Pub is where the «party» is at. The place was packed… mostly with drunk, belligerent men. The waitresses are well-​endowed and decent looking in case you are a male reading this review.
People, the drinks SUCK. I ordered a Skinny Captain and wondered where the freakin’ pirate was. I didn’t order a diet coke woman! Sheesh. We were sitting near a speaker and our ears were practically bleeding from listening to a yelling, idiotic DJ. Don’t plan on having conversations here. The guys are usually watching some sports on TV or drooling over the subpar, scantily clad waitresses.
As I walked out of the bar, I received high-​fives from some drunkards yelling «OHHHH YEAHHH». Flattered? Yea, right. I think I was one of three women in the bar (the sad thing is, it was «ladies’ night») and *surprise, surprise* the only Asian there. Maybe I looked like Lucy Liu to them. HAHA
What a perfect way to end my evening. Gotta love Ohio.

Wow, where to begin? After reading the previous reviews here, to say I came in with low expectations would be generous. Since my work requires travel, I often rely on Unilocal and the likes to find local «hot-​spots.» The Dub-​Pub was recommended by a friend and after reading reviews, I wanted to check it out not because I wanted to go to a nice place, but rather to see what a bar shouldn’t be.
I wasn’t disappointed. I walked in and was pleasantly surprised to hear some nicely mixed pop playing from the jukebox. On the other hand, the crowd could have been used in a MTV True-​Life: I’m having my 32^nd Mid Life Crisis. Finally, the bartenders were good looking, but they were nothing extraordinary.
Then the DJ started. I named him DJ Wedding Singer. From the cell phone in the belt holster to the neatly tucked in Nike golf shirt, this guy was in his element… unfortunately, for the bar though, that element belonged somewhere between Sesame Street and some acid-​induced 70’s haze.
Finally, I will end this review by saying, please bartenders, when you pour a drink, add alcohol! Last I heard a Red Bull and Vodka has vodka in it.
So for all you travelers, and individuals who have an ounce of class, keep it at Yogis.

I’m conflicted on the star rating to give for numerous reasons.
Namely, I was not offered a car as Peter suggested. Yeah, I got a few drinks, but none from the supposed 40+ crowd, but rather the drunken frat boys of today.
This is a PRIME place for people-​watching, perhaps my favorite in Columbus thus far.
In one night… I had some guy play the race card when I rebuffed his advances of «drive me to your house, let’s have some fun», had to wait forever to use the restroom as one chick had taken over one stall to facilitate her apparent projectile vomiting, had a fat girl say she could «make me pretty» and then want a ride home, called some Englishmen dirty Europeans (oops? It was a joke they did not find funny), and heard one of the bartenders go off on some nerd who was obsessed with her. Oh, and some dude thought he could impress me by talking about how country he was and about all the cool games his mom has in her basement?
Haha.
Oh, they have free wifi too, but it didn’t work for me.
2-​stars for service, 3-​stars for beer prices, & 18-​stars for people-​watching hilarity.